Morgan had witnessed such scenes before - it was common for such things to occur in the darkest or secluded places of any major living area. All "low lives" were bound to conduct such a meeting, whether it be purely accidental and actively pursued. Someone would always want something from someone, whether it be information, riches, or an individual's life.

However, this broad idea of such a meeting was causing a moment of deja vu, the actions that had unfolded before his crimson eyes caused them to widen in concealed surprise, shock even. Stories of such magic had been passed around fire and ale, but to actually witness it? It was an entirely different matter.

At first, the vampire had no idea where the crimson hooded figure had gone. One moment he was there and then next moment there was nothing - empty air. His eyes darted this way and that, trying to find where the vanishing figure had gone, while trying to persuade himself that he was not in danger. [i]'He couldn't have seen me - I was too far back for him to see me.'[/i] Mentally, the vampire quickly tried to estimate the distance between his hiding place and where the man had been. However, his calculations were interrupted as something caught his eye and caused his head to snap in the direction of a two story building, an opening plainly exposing itself - the man had reappeared. 

Morgan's eyes squinted in disbelief and curiosity at the act before him. [i]'Was it magic? Or a trick?'[/i] Either way, it did not matter. While he could not be too sure, a sixth sense urged him to move his location. Immediately, Morgan followed his instincts with quiet haste, not trusting his humanity at this point - more than once, his more beastal side had saved his life. As he began to climb in a different direction, still clinging to the side of the building, he continued to listen as the conversation between sword-for-hire and the woman-in-blue, though it was more silence than the actual few lines of words passed between the pair:

"Fixer - no meaning to me… And your purpose?"
"I serve my master - I have been ordered to find the assassin known as the Fixer."

At this moment, the vampire had moved to a less revealing position - with any luck, he would be able to hide in a window's natural crevice, sliding to a sitting position against the rough stone's surface and glanced down at the woman over his left shoulder. His back to the now assumed assassin, but Morgan could only assume that he was out of sight and arrow's reach. Concentrating back on the one who had drawn his curiosity in the first place, Morgan could not help but notice something once more.

She was different. 

But she was more than that, [i]'She is strange…' [/i]. This caused a rare display of emotions on the sniffer's face; his eye furrowed as he continued to observe her. Her soul, her energy - it moved as if it were a calm stream, smoothly running its course through out her body without any turmoil or chaos. Morgan had only seen this once, and even then, if memory served him well, the sniffer he had accidentally sensed had more chaos than this woman. [i]'She is one without emotion.'[/i] The observation was simple, but was extremely unnerving. [i]'What could have cause such a person to become so void, empty?[/i] However, while was mainly control over her emotions, or even lacking them, she was indeed feeling tense. As much as her soul remained smooth and even, he could not help but feel a rigidness, a tension rising in her soul's energy. [i]'She's nervous.'[/i]

Morgan's eyes shifted from her to the wall on the other side of the alley. Yes, it seemed close, but such distances could be deceiving. Also, there was another factor in such a discussion - he wished to remain unseen, quiet. Maybe he could make the distance, but even so - could he do it quietly? He looked from the woman and back to the beckoning wall - the vampire needed a better angle to see both parties...